My father, who is from a generation in which boys were boys and girls were girls, misunderstood the assigned gender of one of our child's friends.
(It's a name that is used for one gender in the US, but for another in Europe, where we live.)
When he asked a while ago, I told him what gender the kid is assigned, but the information didn't register. He has seen numerous pictures of the kids together, in which the friend is wearing rather stereotypical clothes for their gender. But he still does not suspect anything.
Somehow I love that. It's like a breath of fresh air in the fuggy room of gender stereotypes. I'm now sort of trying to keep him in the dark about the assigned gender of the friend – just because it is interesting to see him interpret everything I tell him about the kid through a different lens than he usually would.
I'm not saying that he is wrong. I don't know the gender of that kid, only their assigned gender. But what I'm saying is that such an innocuous misunderstanding reveals how grossly distorted the images are that are produced by the gendered lenses through which even toddlers are seen.
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